ShadeClan v.z2.0 - Warrior Cats RP - Semi ℓit - NowAccepting

[Todd.]

((*sighs* no one ever does... Ok if anyone needs me I'm around))

[Angry.Jackal]

Shadowheart nodded, stretching his legs. "Yeah, I wasn't planning on running any more." He flashed a smile, walking next to her with his black pelt brushing her silver dappled one.

Rockpaw smiled and sighed quietly, padding out of the den so Pouncerpaw could get her rest.

[Guest]

Fernfur pressed into him gently, licking his cheek.

[Angry.Jackal]

Shadowheart laughed a little as they emerged into the sandy clearing embedded with countless pawsteps. "We're here." He thought back to when they had last come here. 'This would be a great place to raise kits...' He waved his tail as if he were dismissing the thought from his mind. Tonight is just me and Fernfur, no strings attached.

[WindO]

Pouncerpaw slept quietly then she woke up slowly licking her tail were it had been cut off

Poucnerpaw is the tan one}}

[Shadow .]

[ Holy mother of crap I've fallen behind xD

In the future guys, try not to go more than 5 pgs. without me. The only reason I've been off for a few days is because one of my friends from middle school has just passed away in a boating accident ...

And I've noticed alot of one sentence posts. In the future for everyone - that is certainly not allowed in more than 2 simultaneous replies or it's considered breaking the rules. From my reply on - please don't do it again.

Could I get a recap since pg. 58 please? Thanks all for bearing with me. ]

[Angry.Jackal]

Hm... Fernfur and Shadowheart went out on a night walk... Rockpaw and Pouncerpaw were chasing butterflies, but Pouncerpaw fell off a ledge and broke her leg and her tail got cut off(?) so Rockpaw dragged her back to camp. There wasn't anyone to help her because of the gathering though, so she is just kinda sitting in her nest all awkwardly.

[HopelessOutsider]

{Recpa?}

[Angry.Jackal]

(see above)

[Guest]

[ In order to make up for my lack of posting...

Here are obnoxiously long ones. x3 ]

A s h c l o u d . . .
Ashcloud's sapphire eyes met Nightshade's green ones."I feel . . . depressed. I can't figure out why. I feel like I'm just not a good mum," she mewed quietly. The speckled she-cat's tail flicked. She was slightly uncomfortable sharing her feelings with her mate, which made her feel foolish and ridiculous. What were mates for? "I also don't see why Shadowstar gave me an apprentice while I'm stuck here in this stuffy nursery," she added in an even more hushed tone. Ashcloud felt somewhat useless as well as cooped up in the nursery. Fawnkit was probably the hardest and neediest to take care of; Viperkit was the least difficult to do so with. Nettlekit came after Viperkit as the second easiest, and then Adderkit was wedged in the middle of it all. He barely drank any milk, just tended to snuggle up to her belly in a way that made her purr louder than a Twoleg monster's roar for some reason. "I can't get away from my kits to go and train Pouncerpaw. I feel like your sister's got even more surprises coming for me, too," she meowed. Ashcloud's dark blue eyes closed, but her tail wrapped protectively around her kits as she attempted to sink her claws into this unfamiliar emotion that plagued her mind ever since she'd given birth to her kits. She pinned it on the fact that there were four and she was very stretched out amongst them all, but knew that wasn't the case. There was some sort of chemical imbalance in her brain. Something that kept making her think these kits weren't hers, that she hadn't given birth to them.

F e r n f u r . . .
Fernfur felt heat rise under her pelt. He can't know. She cleared her throat and tried to get that usual dumb, misty, glazed, blissfully oblivious look into her eyes. It worked. She had assumed Shadowheart had always been drawn to her because of her relentless cheeriness, general optimism, and lack of intelligence. It was all a bit of an act; although she was a cat version of Alice In Wonderland, Fernfur was smart when it came to emotion and sympathy. She wasn't a steely or mean cat to anyone and that was probably why she never had issues with others in the Clan. The dappled she-cat attempted to shrug off her mate's question. "Yeah. I guess Wildflower must be organizing her herbs today," she mewed. Fernfur purred loudly. "She has this sort of Newleaf cleaning ritual. Which is funny, since it's almost Greenleaf." Fernfur found it to be odd that ShadeClan's medicine cat was looking more and more haggard as the seasons wore on; she'd always thought Wildflower and Nightsky would be the two happiest cats in the Clan, considering the success of their relationship, however forbidden it had been before StarClan had allowed it. Fernfur seemed to have forgotten her own mate, and felt instantly awful for even thinking that way. She craned her neck up to lick his cheek sloppily and let a laugh from her muzzle before she buried her face into his shoulder fur, purrs rumbling in her throat elatedly. Fernfur knew Featherpaw needed training as well. "Like the catmint? I can make it my new signature scent if you'd like." She winked exaggeratedly.

W i l d f l o w e r . . .
Wildflower purred as she padded to stand next to Nightsky. She looked at him with a tiny grin on her muzzle. "I think you just scared poor Falconpaw half to death," she mewed. A mrrow of amusement came from her. She looked at Junerain. "He used to scare me like that when we were apprentices, the featherbrain." She flicked her tail over his ears and turned around after affectionately calling him a stupid furball. She'd noticed, recently, that her catmint supply had been dwindling. She suspected someone of stealing them, but when she searched angrily for a trace of a scent, all she could smell was more catmint. She brushed past Fernfur and Shadowheart before entering her den and washing her paws in the back. She snuck a sidelong glance at her nest and instantly felt filled with shame. The feathers and moss were strewn around it after nights with little or no sleep. She'd often sit by the light of the moon and ponder the frighteningly dark dreams StarClan was sending her. She was always running through a thicket, with thorns up to her eyes, until eventually her entire pelt was shredded and whatever was chasing her caught up entirely. She'd turn around, and a great big pair of yellow eyes would be glowing from the brambles. She'd see the gleam of teeth, and a snapping sound, and then she'd wake up, bathed in moonlight, fully alert. Wildflower broke out in a cold sweat just thinking about it and had to curl up, tuck her nose under her tail, and squeeze into a tight ball to protect herself. She kept her eyes locked shut. She was so scared of whatever the monster in her dream was, she'd become doubly as skittish as she was before she'd started having the terrible dreams. The horror in them had intensified with the addition of more crunching sounds and an eerie howl of some sort, she couldn't tell if it was a whoop or a howl. The animal was unidentifiable.

S m o k e f u r . . .
Smokefur yawned and opened his eyes. He felt excited and bolted out of his nest, scrambling to go to the nursery to visit his mate. He was a shabby sight to see. The dark gray tom's usually sleek, groomed pelt was a kinky, unruly mess of various tufts sticking out of his pelt. But his eyes shone. He ducked out of the den to retrieve a thrush for he and Ospreyfeather to share. He'd never seen an osprey, but hoped they were as pretty as his mate. Smokefur curled around his mate's tiny form, nuzzling the space between her soft ears. "Hi," he mewed, grinning widely and semi-stupidly. "How's your tummy?" He stuck his nose into the fur on her stomach as he did every morning, mostly because it made her giggle, and he liked hearing her giggle. Smokefur tilted his head and nipped gently at the tufts on the tips of her ears before sticking his face into her belly again. It was mostly for his benefit; he felt slightly upset the kits were coming. It would mean he couldn't do this any more. The bizarrely, and amazingly soft fur on his mate's stomach felt almost like air against his face. He felt like a kit again. Strangely enough, it was therapeutic for Smokefur and he enjoyed it very much. Now, he'd have to compete with a bundle of kits squealing for milk. It was hard enough as it was, what with the odd looks he got from Ashcloud for doing it. He imagined a cat's line of vision traveling over his mate after giving birth. One kit, two kits . . . and Smokefur, with his face blissfully glued to Ospreyfeather's stomach. It made him hoot with laughter in the present. The idea of it. His shoulders shook with the loud guffaws he could barely contain.

P a l e - e y e . . .
Pale-eye rolled her eyes before padding coolly over to Larksong. "So. Are we still going hunting? We may as well, and bring Rockpaw since Nightsky chased my apprentice to kingdom come," she mewed. The pretty, tabby blue-gray she-cat sat down and wrapped her tail elegantly round her paws, licking a paw and drawing it over her ear with a yawn. Falconpaw had proven to be a fun apprentice, and she liked caring for him, weirdly enough. She'd thought that maternal instinct was nonexistent inside of her, but it turned out it was there, fully fledged, and ready to take flight. The very idea of kits crawling all over her, though, made her feel queasy. What kind of a mother would she be, anyway? With her milky, blind eye and gallery of scars displayed prominently on her patchy pelt, Pale-eye didn't seem like the motherly type. She was such a young warrior, only a few moons out of the apprentices' den, and already found herself with an apprentice of her own, starting a new life. At least, she hoped. She also prayed cats didn't look at her scars before her. The eye could be disconcerting, and she'd earned her name for it, but her other eye was a lovely honey-gold color that tended to look warm in the right lighting. Pale-eye occasionally felt self-conscious at toms, at Gatherings and all that, but one glare from her and they shut right up, whatever they'd been laughing about. She always knew it was her, though. She was a joke at Gatherings. Did you see that she-cat with the blind eye? Poor thing. Can she hunt? Doubt it. With an eye like that? Pale-eye tilted her chin up at the thought of it. She'd proved to be an exceptional huntress, excellent, actually. She knew she'd caught about a quarter of what was on that fresh-kill pile, too!

N e t t l e k i t . . .
Nettlekit tugged away from her mother and opened her eyes. They were a lovely, rich, deep teal color, and shimmered up at her mother and father as she mewled gibberish. Hello? I want to get out! I want to go! Her tiny claws slid in and out of her paws as she batted her mother's belly. Ashcloud was very approving of this exercise, but the speckled queen was distant to most of her kits, looking at them with almost wistful eyes. Nettlekit stumbled out of the nest and crawled around, staggering over to Nightshade and curling herself around one of his monstrous paws, a simple scrap of dark brown tabby fur against his giant black foot. She'd heard the name of this tom so many times in her mother's sleep, and was constantly trying to process how to say it, when to say it, and why to say it. She felt a strong bond to this large ebony cat curled around her mother's warm body. She knew he was also a part of her life, but didn't know how major just yet. Nettlekit peered up at him with her enormous eyes that would remind anyone of an owl's. She was about to speak her first word. And when she did, it was not a squeak, nor was it a squeal. It was a meow. A firm, attention-calling, somewhat mature for her young age kind of a meow.
"Nightshade."

[ @MintCat and Hidden Pain - I try to make Fernfur's posts funny. x3 Thanks.
Explanations:
Wildflower has been dreaming about wolves, Smokefur is an adorable idiot, Pale-eye is . . . eh . . . Pale-eye, and Ashcloud . . . well, that's an even more in-depth topic.
There's a sort of thing that can happen to a mother after giving birth, and it's when something goes awry in the chemical balance of her brain. She feels distant from her child and doesn't think it's hers at all, it's a kind of depression. It is present in Emma's therapist on Glee and in Jocelyn Fray/Fairchild/Morgenstern in The Mortal Instruments series.]

EDIT/QUOTE: I quoted this for Shadow and others who did not read my posts to their characters.